I wasn't very keen on watching the X-Men movie that was released a few months ago, I recall. I had asked the children to go with their friends and save me the bother of sitting through a couple of hours of watching a movie full of blood and gore (or so I thought).
The children, insistent on showing me the 'glory' of the X-Men, begged and eventually I relented.
As I type this I am so glad that I did.
And not just because I enjoyed the movie.
It was during the scene where Magneto drives metal rods into Wolverine that the son and I heard sobbing sounds emanating from our left. Through the darkness of the cinema and the rather cumbersome 3D glasses, we saw that it was my daughter, his older sister who was crying as she watched Hugh Jackman cringe in pain and die (of course, not for ever, but for the moment.)
As we stepped out of the cinema, son discussed the movie excitedly (as is the norm - we just HAVE to discuss the details of the films we watch), she started tearing up again.
I looked at her and said, "C'mon, its just a movie, baby!"
She nodded and wiped her tears, hiding her face away from other passers by.
We descended the three flights of stairs and got into the car and the son I realised by now, had understood that his sister was getting emotional at the mention of the particular scene began thus, "Mom, the scene where Magneto tries to kill Wolverine..."
Before he could complete, she was crying again.
I saw her from the rear view (I was driving and the children were seated behind), I shushed her and almost chided her. "Its just a movie!"
"But I love him!" she said, exasperated, while her rather emboldened brother laughed and started again... "Mom, that scene..."
Sighing I started the car as one continued to sob and the other, giggle.
We were headed to a restaurant for dinner and hours later, we thought the "pain" of watching her idol die (but not really die) would have abated. We were clearly mistaken when we saw tears rolling down her face as son excitedly explained the plot to someone who had joined us for the meal.
Oh Hugh Jackman, dear man... Do you have any clue that there's a fan here in faraway India who can't even bear to see you die even though you emerge alive three scenes later?
You're one lucky man if my daughter's shedding her precious tears on you! One lucky man!!!!
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